I heard the tall grass
whispering,
gossiping,
spreading rumors of
spring,
even tho the ground is
hard with winter.
With ice underfoot
and my breath in the air,
Spring seems an unlikely
fable,
but I do so want to
believe.
The snow covering and ice sprinkling gave the illusion of a new world fresh, undisturbed, untouched and unpolluted. This was only an illusio...
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